The Quad Deuce Gang

Jill Garvey

I was rereading some old posts from a blog titled It Could Be Kobe Bryant the other day. Yes, the blog that Geilfuss toiled away writing periodically from 2008 to 2010. The posts are timeless. Many of them relevant to today's general sense of angst and malaise. Geilfuss often wrote about passing the time at some shitty server job, or at the library, or watching hoops. My favorite post is where he describes being carjacked in 2004. The story is riveting - filled with holes and gaps of time that leave the reader confused. In other words, it's classic Geilfuss.

Geilfuss did read the post I put up the other day and reminisced about the time I played Fantasy in his league in 2009. He did remind me that my team name was Soiled Panties and with the first overall pick I chose Sebastian Janikowski. Good times...

I've written a little bit about the hundreds of candidates running to be our next dear leader in the Democrat Party here recently and in my last post endorsed Tulsi Gabbard from Hawaii.It's really helped as she's all the way up to 3.2% in the latest polling. I never knew I had such sway with Democrat voters. Anyway, she's trailing Joe Biden and his medically induced boner by quite a bit. I wrote about old Joe a lot back when he was second in command to Barry some time ago. He was super easy to make fun of. Gaffe after gaffe after gaffe. Also good times. I don't see any way the Democrat Party would actually nominate old Joe. He's very old and not very bright. But whatever. Another of the hundreds of folks running is one Amy Klobuchor. She's a senator from Minnesota. When researching her a bit, one discovers there is nothing remarkable about her at all - unlike Tulsi or Mayor Pete Butt. She's a lawyer who went to Yale. Half our dear leaders have been lawyers who went to Yale or Harvard or sometimes both -old W went to both, but didn't study law at either. I digress, as always. Anyway, Senator Amy has no chance to win, but she's still in the running and will be eligible for the next debate - in Houston next month. Her background has nothing interesting to talk about. I've never heard the woman speak and have no idea why I'm writing about her. So I will stop.

I wrote a little about Dick Belt Bill in my last post Even though I never really knew him at all, the main thing I recall from the one time we were in the same place at the same time is that he wore some black leather get up in August - reminiscent of the gimp in Pulp Fiction - you know Zed's boy. Anyway, another character I have come across here the last few years is a kid called  Quad Deuce. The reason he's called Quad Deuce is because he's known for taking four shits every day at work. His legend was born long before I ever set foot in the office park here. When I first met the kid, I was immediately informed by a colleague of this kid's status as Quad Deuce. I had never heard of such an interesting thing to be nicknamed for. It's pretty neat really. He's worked for me from time to time on some highly irrelevant projects I've been in charge of and he's pretty quiet, but I did notice that he was gone from his work area four times a day for around 15 minutes - sure enough pooping, pooping, pooping, and pooping. I actually have joined a gang at work called the Quad Deuce. It's just me and the same colleague who told me about the whole Quad Deuce situation. We aren't accepting any new members, ever. Our gang sign is kinda interesting. I could probably get kicked out of the gang for sharing this, but since no one reads this blog, what does it matter? I'll let caution fly, etc. Our gang sign in the Quad Deuce gang is to, using your right hand, first flash four fingers then flash two fingers - see, Quad Deuce!!!

I was out a few weekends ago enjoying the golf and same baseball at some truly awful place on High Street that no one should ever  go to. Deranged dummies run rampant in the joint. There was on old woman in the place at the time. She was hammered. Anyway, she decided to inform me that the country was currently under a code red. I had no idea what that meant, but I said "Okay." She explained that the code red was due to the fact that two sets of planes had crashed into each other at the Nashville airport. That was news to me, but since I don't keep up with current events at all, while unlikely, her proclamation seemed possible. I checked the google on my phone to be sure and it turns out this sweaty old drunk woman was delusional. There wasn't a code red or any plane crashes in Kid Rock's new home town.I decided not to argue with this old gal and she proceeded to ramble on for quite some time. After she got up and sauntered to the lady's loo, the bartender informed me that the woman was crazy and to pay her no mind. I responded "I surmised that."

I saw the Once Upon A time in Hollywood over the weekend. It's good and all, but way too long. Anyway, I noticed many shots that lingered on women's feet for far too many seconds - mainly  of the feet from Margot Robbie and Margaret Qualley - this Tarantino has a real foot fetish -  he's the Rex Ryan of movies.

Speaking of Margaret Qualley, if you haven't seen The Leftovers, you should. It's the best show I've ever seen.

Get that Gucci Breakfast

The Insaner Dick Belts Ride Again

Dick Belt Bill

Last month I wrote a couple of new posts on this asinine blog for the first time in quite some time. I just checked the stats on the Google and a whopping 16 folks looked at the first one and 22 looked at the 2nd - very exciting. Anyway, the best reaction was from Luke of Jacoby fame who found my mocking of his betrothed's hashtags quite amusing.

Geilfuss also weighed in, but I have no idea what he was talking about. Shocking, I know.

Our Next Leader???

I also mentioned one of the 250 folks running to be our dear leader in the Democrat primaries, the mayor of South Bend, Indiana. I have no idea how the guy is doing, but I noticed there were more debates last week - this time in Detroit for some strange reason. I didn't watch any of it, but did read that one of the throng of candidates was, like old Barry, from Hawaii. And that got my attention for sure. Her name is Tulsi Gabbard - a very cool name in my opinion. I did a little research on Ms. Gabbard and found out she is an ace surfer. I was hoping she was a mediocre ex-hoopster like Barry, alas...I have no idea what any of her positions are, but I have some guesses on some positions she might dabble in. Anyway, turns out that Tulsi is a Major in the Army, so I'm not gonna mock her at all. In fact of the whole lot running in the Democrat field, she seems like the best choice to me. I don't vote, but if I did Tulsi would be my choice. She'll probably drop out next month after my endorsement...

I mentioned the sordid world of fantasy football a number of times back when people actually read this blog. And I have a massive update on Fantasy that I'm gonna share with all 20 of you reading this. After years of mocking it, I have been playing it 3 of the past 4 years. I had a slight change of mind. Here's what happened - one of the awful dive bars I've frequented from time to time has had a Fantasy going since like 2012 or something. It's called the Fitzwilly's League of Champions. You can look it up on the ESPN web deal if you'd like. Anyway, in 2015 there was an opening in this league and the commissioner of the thing, a kid from Lima named Ben, begged me to join. The circumstances surrounding the invite were really awful - the opening was because a buddy of mine had fallen down his basement stairs on Christmas Eve the previous year and broke his neck and died. That's a story for another time. I decided what the hell, I'll join. I had other motives than honoring my dead buddy. Those were financial. See, I knew most of the folks in the league and knew most of them were clueless about the NFL. And since the winner gets $800, well you can see my line of thought.

That first year I joined I had the most points during the regular season, not shocking. However, the way the payouts work is that if you don't make the title game you get nothing. You might as well have burned a hundred dollar bill for the shenanigans. And sure enough, I lost a semifinal game. I won't bore anyone with the details because who cares. I was so put off by losing that semifinal that I didn't play in 2016 and really had no plan to ever play again. Then something amazing happened in the summer of 2017 that pulled me back in. One of Ben's buddies from Lima was in the league and had the great misfortune of dying that June. I didn't know the guy. I only saw him at the draft the one time in 2015 and didn't speak to him that I can recall. His name was Bill Sheffield. His team name was Insane Dick Belts. That is the greatest name I have ever heard, better than any team trivia name I've ever come up with - and I've come up with some awesome names over the years. As Ben was explaining Dick Belt Bill's untimely demise, I decided to get back in the league to honor Dick Belt Bill. What I did was slightly alter the team name. Instead of Insane Dick Belts, I modified it to Insaner Dick Belts. And I did win the $800 that season. Alas, last year I lost in the damn semifinal again - I'm still bitter 8 months later...

This year's fantasy draft is only three weeks away, and I told the folks in the league I would participate again. You see, we have a keeper league, and based on our rules, I can keep Alvin Kamara for a 10th round pick for as many years as I like. That's just unfair, but hilarious. I remember at that draft two Augusts ago when I chose Kamara, no one else had any idea who he was and I was questioned by a few folks as to what the hell I was thinking. Those folks, needless to say, but I will anyway, are dumb dumbs...


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